He is still with us. He is even a little bit better. But he is only one of many.
There seems to be more children with pneumonia, diarrhea and dehydration than when I arrived three weeks ago. However, my impression is purely anecdotal, we will know for certain later in the month when the number of cases is tallied. But it is the end of the dry season when children are traditionally malnourished and susceptible to infection, so an increase in the number of cases would not be surprising.
The baby is severely dehydrated. Even in the darkness of the tukul I can see the sunken eyes and the depressed soft spot on her head. When I pinch the skin on her abdomen it is like dough and remains tented for several seconds.
The mother is afraid of the intravenous; she knows that an intravenous is often inserted just before a baby dies.